Original subtitles

PREVIOUSLY ON "SALEM"...

-Gloriana: DO YOU EVER WONDER? -Cotton: WHAT?

Gloriana: IF WE COULD LEAVE THIS PLACE?

[ LAUGHS ]

Cotton: GLORIANA, YOU MUSTN'T BE HERE.

Gloriana: WHAT WILL YOU DO HERE --

IN THE HOUSE OF THE LORD?

[ GROANS ]

John: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE, HOOKE?

William: NOW, CAREFUL, CAPTAIN -- UNLESS YOU DO NOT MIND ME

TELLING THE GOOD PEOPLE OF SALEM JUST WHO JOHN ALDEN REALLY IS.

THE PACKAGE SHALL BE YOURS BY MIDNIGHT.

[ GASPS ]

Mary: THE FAMILIAR HAS BEEN CUT FROM HER.

Tituba: HOW?

Mary: AN EXORCISM --

PERFORMED BY HER DOLT OF A FATHER, NO DOUBT.

SO WE MUST REPLACE IT.

Cotton: MY GOD.

Mary: THE GIRL HAS BEEN RENDERED FRAIL BY HER CIRCUMSTANCE.

SHE NEEDS BUT A MOMENT OF REST.

AFTER WHICH, SHE WILL AGAIN BE STRONG ENOUGH

TO POINT THE FINGER.

Mary: OPEN YOUR MOUTH.

George: [ GROANS ]

Mercy: [ SCREAMING ]

I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.

[ UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS ]

[ WOMEN MOANING ]

Mab: GET 'EM INTO A ROOM, WILL YA?

I'LL BE BACK IN TWO SHAKES.

Gloriana: YOU'RE LEAVING?

Mab: [ SIGHS ] ARE YOU DEAF, GIRL?

GET 'EM INTO A ROOM!

Gloriana: YES, MUM.

[ MOANING CONTINUES ]

[ LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE ]

[ INSECTS CHIRPING, DOG BARKS ]

Ancient Witch #1: [ SPEAKING ANCIENT DIALECT ]

Mr. Hale: I DO NOT.

Ancient Witch #1: YO'A'NES JOHN ALDEN.

Ancient Witch #2: JOHN ALDEN.

Mr. Hale: YES?

YES. YES.

YET, YOU SAY THE MAN WHO HOLDS THE SECRET IS DEAD.

ARE WE CERTAIN WE CAN TRUST HER?

I'M NOT SO SURE THE SERVANT IS LOYAL.

Tituba: I USED TO THINK YOUR STUBBORNNESS A VIRTUE.

Mary: AND YOU DON'T ANY LONGER?

Tituba: WHY GO ALONE WHEN THERE IS INFLUENCE IN NUMBERS?

Mary: THE GIRL HAS SHOWN HER COLOR.

WE ARE WELL BEYOND THE POINT OF INTIMIDATION.

Tituba: THEN PERHAPS WE ARE AT THE POINT OF ELIMINATION.

Mary: PERHAPS, BUT FOR THE TIME BEING,

SHE IS WORTH MUCH MORE TO US ALIVE THAN DEAD.

* POUND ME THE WITCH DRUMS

* THE WITCH DRUMS

* BETTER PRAY FOR HELL

* NOT HALLELUJAH

-SIT UP STRAIGHT, GIRL. -Mary: LEAVE US.

LEAVE US, REVEREND.

Rev. Lewis: YES.

CERTAINLY.

[ DOOR CLOSES ]

Mary: YOU CAME TO VISIT ME LAST NIGHT.

Mercy: DID I?

Mary: THE TIME FOR COYNESS HAS PASSED.

IT IS CLEAR YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO AND WHAT I AM.

THE ONLY QUESTION THAT REMAINS

IS WHAT YOU WILL DO WITH THAT INFORMATION.

Mercy: THAT DEPENDS ON YOU, MRS. SIBLEY.

Mary: WHAT DO YOU WANT, GIRL?

Mercy: I WANT IT TO STOP --

THE TORTURE, THE TORMENT, THE SUFFERING.

Mary: YOU KNOW NOTHING OF ME...

OR WHAT I'VE DONE OR GIVEN UP OR ENDURED

TO BE WHO I AM.

YOU ARE TORTURED BECAUSE YOU RESIST.

GIVE IN TO ME, AND YOU WILL KNOW ONLY PLEASURE.

Mercy: [ Crying ] YOU TORTURE ME.

YOU PUT THE SNAKE INSIDE OF ME.

YOU ARE THE HAG THAT BITES MY SHOULDER.

Mary: CAREFUL, OR YOUR FOOLISHNESS

WILL COME TO OVERSHADOW YOUR USEFULNESS.

YOU LIVE STILL...

BECAUSE I ALLOW IT.

YOU BREATHE ONLY BECAUSE I WISH IT.

Mercy: YOU WOULD KILL ME?

Mary: IF YOU SPEAK.

STAY SILENT, AND YOU SHALL LIVE.

MY HEART IS DEEP AND FULL.

IT YEARNS TO GIVE YOU FURTHER CHANCE TO PROVE YOUR WORTH.

FAIL ME, AND YOU FAIL YOURSELF.

THE CRAG AWAITS YOUR DECISION.

John: [ GRUNTING ]

[ BREATHES SHARPLY ]

DAMN IT.

[ GRUNTS ]

[ GASPING ]

[ SIZZLING ]

[ KNOCK ON DOOR ]

Gloriana: YOU SENT FOR ME?

-Cotton: YES. -Gloriana: [ SIGHS ]

IF YOUR PURPOSE IS FURTHER HUMILIATION

OR PROBINGS OF THE HEART, I, FOR ONE, HAVE HAD MY FILL.

Cotton: MY PURPOSE IS A PROPOSITION.

A BUSINESS ARRANGEMENT OF SORTS.

Gloriana: I'M LISTENING.

Cotton: IN WHICH YOU WOULD TELL ME

THE SUM OF YOUR MOST FRUITFUL WEEK'S BOUNTY,

AND I SHALL PROVIDE DOUBLE IN PERPETUITY...

FOR YOUR COMPANY...

AND YOUR PRECIOUS TIME...

IN EXCLUSIVITY.

Gloriana: SO YOU WISH TO BUY ME OUTRIGHT.

Cotton: I'M AN ONLY CHILD.

I NEVER LEARNED TO SHARE.

Gloriana: WHICH IS AS CLOSE AS A MAN LIKE YOU COMES TO AN APOLOGY.

WAS IT REALLY SO VERY PAINFUL FOR YOU TO SEE ME WITH ANOTHER?

Cotton: YES.

Gloriana: [ BREATHES SHARPLY ]

[ KNOCK ON DOOR ]

-John: COTTON. -Gloriana: [ GASPS ]

Cotton: CAPTAIN ALDEN!

[ BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY ]

WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE?

[ CHUCKLES ]

Dottie: 'COURSE SHE WON'T HURT US...

UNLESS YOU BE A WITCH.

-Emily: Shh! -Dottie: [ CHUCKLES ]

HELLO, MERCY.

MAY WE COME IN?

Mercy: MM.

Dottie: THEY COME TO YOU IN YOUR ROOM, MERCY?

THEM...WITCHES?

Mercy: SOMETIMES...

Elizabeth: ARE THEY HERE WITH US NOW?

CAN YOU SEE THEM AS WE SPEAK?

Mercy: NO, I DON'T SEE THEM NOW.

Emily: DO THEY HURT YOU?

Mercy: SOMETIMES.

Emily: WHAT'S IT LIKE?

Mercy: WHAT'S IT LIKE?

Emily: TO POINT YOUR FINGER

Mercy: NO, IT'S NOT LIKE THAT...

AT ALL.

I SWEAR.

Emily: NO WOMAN IN SALEM HAS EVER HAD THAT KIND OF POWER.

Dottie: NOT EVEN MARY SIBLEY.

Mercy: YOU THINK I HAVE SWAY...

Dottie: [ CHUCKLES ]

Mercy: ...AMONGST ALL THE PEOPLE OF SALEM?

Emily: YOUR LITTLE FINGER POINTS TO LIFE A-AND DEATH ITSELF.

Elizabeth: TELL US -- WHAT DO THE WITCHES LOOK LIKE?

Mercy: MM.

[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]

Richards: ONE MORE THING, MRS. SIBLEY --

THERE WAS AN OVERFLOW OF PARCELS LEFT ON THE BRITANIA,

ALL OF WHICH ARE TO BE DELIVERED TO A WILLIAM HOOKE.

NOW, WE'VE LOOKED HIGH AND LOW.

NO ONE COULD SEEM TO LOCATE THE FELLOW.

Mary: I SEE. I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT.

Richards: THANK YOU, MADAM.

Tituba: THEY WILL NOT FIND MR. HOOKE -- NOT NOW, NOT EVER.

Mary: I WON'T ASK WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM.

Tituba: NOR SHOULD YOU.

Mary: THEN CONTAIN IT BEFORE CURIOSITY GROWS.

Mr. Hale: UH, MRS. SIBLEY, UH, GOOD AFTERNOON.

MIGHT I BORROW YOUR GIRL?

THE MISSUS HAS TAKEN ILL WITH A BATCH OF WAYWARD MUSSELS

AND NOW BEGS RELIEF WITH ONE OF HER EXCEPTIONAL TONICS.

Mary: PLEASE SEND MRS. HALE MY MOST URGENT REGRETS.

Mr. Hale: MOST KIND.

MM?

Mary: OH, MR. RICHARDS, UH, FETCH FOR ME A LIST OF ITEMS

THIS MR. HOOKE WAS HERE TO RECEIVE,

MY MISTRESS CAN SEE THAT AS CLEARLY AS I.

Mr. Hale: YES, WELL, WHEN IT COMES TO LIES AND SUBTERFUGE,

I DEFER TO YOUR EXPERT ENDOWMENTS.

Tituba: STATE YOUR PURPOSE OR BE GONE WITH YOU.

Mr. Hale: MY PURPOSE IS TO RID THIS TOWN OF JOHN ALDEN

ONCE AND FOR ALL,

UNLESS THAT IS A PURPOSE FOR WHICH YOU LACK INTEREST.

THE ONE YOU THREW A PUNCH OVER.

Cotton: WAS IT?

John: WASN'T AWARE THEY MADE OUTCALLS.

Cotton: TELL ME AGAIN OF THE VISIONS.

John: YELLOWED FACES...

Cotton: AND THIS CAME TO YOU AS THE ARTIFACT WAS BROUGHT TO LIFE?

John: YEP.

Cotton: WHERE DID YOU SAY IT CAME FROM?

John: WHERE EVERYTHING IN THIS TOWN COMES FROM -- A SHIP.

Cotton: RITUM MAGNI.

John: THE GRAND RITE?

Cotton: MOST OF WHAT WE KNOW IS LORE -- RUMOR, LEGEND.

IT SAYS THIS OBJECT, THIS "MALUM,"

HAS THOUGHT TO BE PRESENT

AT EVERY GRAND RITE THROUGHOUT HISTORY.

EVERYTHING I HAVE READ HAS SAID THAT THE GRAND RITE

HAS ONLY EVER BEEN ATTEMPTED, NEVER COMPLETED.

John: MAYBE PLAGUE'S ONLY PART OF IT.

Cotton: THIS OBJECT IS EVIL.

IT CONSECRATES THE EARTH FOR THE DEVIL'S RETURN.

John: IT WAS HERE FOR DELIVERY. SOMEONE WAS EXPECTING IT.

Cotton: A WITCH.

WE MUST INFORM THE SELECTMEN IMMEDIATELY.

John: NO.

Cotton: NO?

John: WE HAVE SOMETHING THE WITCHES WANT.

WHAT BETTER WAY TO GET THEIR ATTENTION?

Cotton: WHAT BETTER WAY TO GET YOURSELF KILLED?

John: WE ARE ALL IN DANGER,

BUT I WOULD RATHER DIE BEFORE SALEM'S FINEST CONTROL MY FATE.

ARE YOU WITH ME?

[ RAT SQUEAKING ]

[ INSECTS BUZZING ]

Tituba: MY EYES BETRAYED MY SENSE

WHEN I CAME UPON MRS. HALE BENT OVER HER CHAMBER POT.

Mary: IF YOU INSIST UPON THIS LIE,

IT FORCES ME TO ASK

WHERE YOU'RE OFF TO NOW WITH SUCH GREAT URGENCY.

Tituba: THE APOTEK.

I RUN LOW ON THE BARK OF CASCARA SAGRADA.

Mary: BY ALL MEANS.

Dottie: IT'S LIKE THE GREAT FLOWING ROBE OF THE POPE.

Elizabeth: OR THE JEWELED-UP CROWN OF A KING.

Mercy: WELL, IT'S QUITE DISAGREEABLE ON -- I ASSURE YOU.

Dottie: JUST THINK OF IT --

BEING LED THROUGH MARKET BY THE HANDSOME REVEREND MATHER.

WHAT'S HE LIKE, MERCY, HMM?

DOES HE SPEAK OF GOD AND DEMONS?

Mercy: WE'VE SPOKE MANY TIMES.

HE'S SHOWN GREAT INTEREST IN MY AFFLICTION.

Elizabeth: IT'S YOU WHO POINTS THE FINGER...

[ LAUGHTER ]

Emily: ...WHILE ALL OF SALEM HOLDS THEIR BREATH AND WAITS.

Mercy: WELL, IT'S NOT EXACTLY LIKE THAT. I...

Emily: IF I HAD YOUR SAY-SO, I KNOW WHO I'D ACCUSE.

Mercy: WHO?

WHO?

Dottie: IT'S HER FATHER.

SHE'D ACCUSE HER OWN FATHER.

Mercy: WHY?

Dottie: MAKES HER SING IN THE STREETS ALL DAY LONG

WHILE HE NURSES THE BOTTLE AT LAMB'S --

SING AND BEG.

THEN HE TAKES WHAT COIN SHE'S MADE FOR SPIRITS

AND BEATS HER SENSELESS FOR HER TROUBLES.

Mercy: IS THIS TRUE?

Emily: I'M TO BE 15 NEXT MONTH,

AND HE SWEARS TO SELL ME TO THE ROD.

Mercy: YOUR FATHER MEANS TO SELL YOU TO THE WHOREHOUSE?

Emily: [ Crying ] I'LL RUN AWAY.

EVEN IF HE SELLS ME, I'M -- I'LL RUN.

Mercy: NO ONE IS RUNNING AWAY.

NO ONE.

[ CLANGING ]

Hawker: SINNER OR SAVIOR! HOW ARE WE TO KNOW?!

LOOK BUT TO THE TORMENT OF THE DAMNED,

AND THINK WELL OF THE DIFFERENCE BETWIXT ANGELS AND DEVILS,

AND YOU WILL KNOW WHAT SIN IS AND WHERE SIN RESIDES!

John: HOW 'BOUT YOU NOT RILE THE CROWD FURTHER THAN THEY ARE?

Hawker: [ CHUCKLES ] IT'S TWO BITS A SHEET.

John: BE LOADS MORE FUN TO BEAT YOU STUPID.

MISS HALE.

Anne: CAPTAIN ALDEN.

John: IT'S A FINE DAY.

Anne: [ SIGHS ] IS IT?

John: PERHAPS NOT.

Anne: OH, INDEED. PERHAPS NOT.

PERHAPS THERE WILL BE NO MORE FINE DAYS IN SALEM.

PERHAPS THE DAYS OF FINE DAYS ARE TRAGICALLY BEHIND US.

Anne: DO YOU CONSIDER IT OFFENSIVE

RAISING HOPE IN A HEART MOST NORMALLY WELL-GUARDED

WHILE YOUR OWN BEATS IN THE BREAST OF ANOTHER?

DO YOU, CAPTAIN ALDEN, FIND THAT REPREHENSIBLE

-OR AS SIMPLY UNKIND? -John: WELL, I --

Anne: OR, MOST LIKELY, YOU THINK NOT OF IT AT ALL

OR ME OR OTHERS, AS IS THE WONT AND PRACTICE OF MOST MEN.

AH, MRS. SIBLEY.

Mary: ANNE.

Anne: PERFECT.

[ HORSE WHINNIES ]

[ SIGHS ]

Mary: ARE YOU EVER GRATEFUL TO BE NO LONGER YOUNG?

John: [ SCOFFS ]

YES.

THOUGH HER YOUTHFUL MOXIE DOES BRING TO MIND ANOTHER.

Mary: I WAS NEVER THAT YOUNG.

John: WE WERE BOTH...ONCE.

WHAT BRINGS YOU TO MARKET?

Mary: TITUBA.

WE WERE TO MEET AT THE HERBALIST.

Tituba: A FINE PAIR YOU TWO MAKE IN THIS PLACE OF DEATH.

Mr. Hale: GIVE IT TO HER.

Tituba: IT WILL TAKE TIME.

Mr. Hale: AND YOU WILL REPORT TO ME AS SOON AS YOU'RE FINISHED.

Tituba: AFRAID TO STAY?

FETCH ME A RABBIT.

Ghoul: Y-YES.

[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]

Man: GET ON THERE!

Rose: MRS. SIBLEY.

Mary: MRS. BROWNING.

Rose: OH. NO NEED TO TURN AWAY.

HE IS AN ARRESTING FIGURE.

ONLY MY OLD LADY'S EYES THAT KEEP ME FROM STARING MYSELF.

Mary: DON'T BE RIDICULOUS.

Cotton: YOU STILL INSIST ON IGNORING MY EXPERTISE.

John: YEP.

Cotton: THERE ARE LESS PEDESTRIAN,

LESS PAINFUL METHODS,

WITH WHICH WE COULD ACCOMPLISH OUR GOALS.

IT MUST HAPPEN TONIGHT. THERE WILL BE NO SECOND CHANCES.

Mrs. Hale: HASN'T SPOKEN A WORD ALL DAY.

Mr. Hale: MM. WELL, SHE'LL RECOVER.

Mrs. Hale: FROM WHAT?

-WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER? -Mr. Hale: NOTHING.

MERELY TRYING TO SPARE HER HEART THE INEVITABLE WOE.

Mrs. Hale: WORRY NOT, MY HUSBAND.

THIS WILL ALL BE DISTANT MEMORY

ONCE SHE'S BECOME MRS. COTTON MATHER.

Mr. Hale: MM-HMM.

Rose: I WONDER.

Mary: WONDER WHAT?

Rose: IF HE'D NEVER LEFT, IF YOU'D BEEN ALLOWED TO MARRY,

AND FOUND YOURSELF NOW IN THAT HOUSE OF HIS

WITH THREE SQUALLING BRATS,

WORKING CEASELESSLY TO SPREAD YOUR MEAGER WAGES...

WOULD CAPTAIN ALDEN STILL HOLD SUCH DESPERATE APPEAL?

OR IS IT THAT YOU'RE TRAPPED IN FIRST BLISS,

DO NOT STARE AT HIM IN PUBLIC. IT WEAKENS YOU.

Mary: IT NEVER EVEN OCCURS TO YOU, DOES IT?

I MIGHT HAVE OUTGROWN YOUR SAGE ADVICE.

[ CLANGING ]

Mercy: [ GROWLING ]

Dottie: THOUGH SHE CANNOT SPEAK...

Girls: ...SHE WILL SHOW US THE WITCH!

SHE WILL SHOW US THE WITCH!

Tituba: BALBIN, GAB, GABOR, AGABA!

ARISE, I CALL THEE!

COLPRIZIANA, OFFINA ALTA NESTRA,

FUARO MENUT.

WILLIAM HOOKE, THOU ART THE DEAD I SEEK.

WILLIAM HOOKE, ANSWER MY CALLING.

Girls: SHE WILL SHOW US THE WITCH!

Dottie: THOUGH SHE CANNOT SPEAK...

Girls: ...SHE WILL SHOW US THE WITCH!

Mercy: [ SNARLS ]

Girls: SHE WILL SHOW US THE WITCH!

SHE WILL SHOW US THE WITCH!

SHE WILL SHOW US THE WITCH!

SHE WILL SHOW US THE WITCH!

Mercy: [ SCREAMING ]

[ CROWD MURMURING ]

[ SCREAMING CONTINUES ]

Mary: STOP HER, REVEREND. SHE MAKES MOCKERY OF YOU.

STOP HER!

Mercy: [ BREATHING DEEPLY ]

[ SCREAMS ]

Tituba: WILLIAM HOOKE, THOU ART THE DEAD I SEEK.

WILLIAM HOOKE, ANSWER MY CALLING.

FORTIS ROA, STRENGTH AND BREATH,

STRENGTH AND BREATH, STRENGTH AND BREATH.

WILLIAM HOOKE, THOU ART THE DEAD I SEEK.

WILLIAM HOOKE, ANSWER MY CALLING.

STRENGTH AND BREATH, STRENGTH AND BREATH, STRENGTH AND BREATH.

Tituba: OH, THERE ARE WORSE PLACES THAN HELL.

SPEAK!

Hooke: AHH.

[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]